Too Late for Change
Sung to Too late for Love
… somewhere in the distance I heard the ending bell ring
Darkness settles on the pundits as they do their thing
And on TV they say it is just the start of the fight
There’s a cast of thousands denying
The cold truth in plain sight
But it’s too late, too late, too late
(Too late) too late for change
The Left is panicked, Joe’s failure was grand
They’ve a pocket full of promises, that are believed by no man
They’ve a meat puppet, that stands before them
It does a dance and says, that he can win
But it’s too late, too late, too late
Too late for change
Too late, too late, it’s too late, too late
… oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Standing in the shadows thinking you can’t see
They work the meat puppet for the masses glee
Believing the propaganda that sounds oh so cool
But when it comes to truth they play you for a fool
But it’s too late, too late, it’s too late, too late for change
Too late, it’s too late, too late, too late
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It’s a little too late
Oh, oh
Much too late
Oh, oh
You see, it’s all to late
Yeah, it’s too late
Too late, too late, too late
It’s too late for change
Too late, too late, too late
Too late
Too late, too late, too late
it’s too late for change
Too late, too late, too late
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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